Scarlett Demy
Sensual Love
Each sucks the nectar from the other’s lips, breathing lightly, lightly. In those willowy hips the passion beats; the mocking eyes, bright like stars. The tiny drops of sweat are like a hundred fragrant pearls; the sweet full breasts tremble. The dew, like a gentle stream, reaches the heart of the peony; and so they taste the joys of love in perfect harmony. For stolen joys, in truth, are ever the most sweet. ~Chin-P’Ing-Mei